(A/N: First of yall yes of course I am aware this is not a Richie gif but yall where the fuck are all the new gifs the movie is OUT get ON IT or I’ll be stuck using miscellaneous Finn gifs until the day I die. Anyways, woo! Last one! Thank you all so much for stickin thru this shit fest. I feel bad that this is so short and also cheesy but hey yall should be used to this by now. I live on cheese.)
Summary: Richie takes you home after your confrontation with your now ex-boyfriend.
Summary: Stark continues looking at Peter. Peter considers the fact that the world is probably going to end within the next few days, and they, collectively, are supposed to be stopping it.
“Uh,” says Peter, waving his fingers a little bit. “It makes you feel really cool. You should try it.”
“We’re not painting our nails to match,” deadpans Stark.
“Well, sure,” says Peter. “But don’t come crawling back to me when you can’t defeat Thanos ‘cause you didn’t wanna harness the power of friendship.”
so this fic came into being for two reasons and two reasons alone. (1) this pure and healing artwork, which is absolutely precious and (2) that one post that’s like – Gamora: “You All Are Not” // Peter: “Y’AIN’T”. i wrote 10k words of fic about nail polish and the power of friendship in space. what a time to be alive. it’s set roughly … a year-ish? after the second movie? and beyond that, etc. peter and gamora have embraced their existence as “married in space”, is what im saying. title’s from the song with the same name OBVIOUSLY, i sincerely hope i’ve done these characters justice bc ive never written for them before, spoilers for vol.2 obviously, and, finally, important to note: I know absolutely nothing about the comics outside of what my little brother has told me in detail, so the line about Everyone Literally Dying is supposed to be a vague plot point reference to the original infinity war comics, wherein according to my brother, everyone literally straight up dies but then the universe is reset and they get up and are totes fine, no big thang. or something. hell if i know. just … ignore it if it’s confusing u, bc it’s confusing me too, i just needed some semblance of plot. enjoy!“You guys … painted your nails to
There’s about three things Peter’s come
to know about Tony Stark in the brief period they’ve been acquainted.
One: he appreciates some bangin’ tunes,
which Peter has maintained since he was a skinny kid trying to make friends
amongst human-eating space pirates is an immediate and automatic reason to
respect a man;
Two: he’s kind of secretly scared
shitless of Nebula. Peter understands this. Everyone’s kind of secretly
scared shitless of Neblua, except for maybe Gamora, of whom many people are
also scared shitless (hell yeah, thinks Peter; his wife is so much
cooler than him);
Three: the guy’s an asshole, but that’s
mostly just how he deals with stuff, which means that he’s an
asshole-but-not-really-an-asshole, or at least, the sort of asshole who can be
tolerated and even liked. Peter, personally, can relate to this more than most.
But, seriously? He’s hating on the team
“Uh, yeah,” says Peter. “You
guys don’t have that?”
I Want To Give You the Best Life I Can (Jake x F!MC Headcanon)
Requested by @lahuertasprincess who wanted a proposal
💍 HC, so here’s my take, before canon blows it all to hell lol
Note: Written with my F!MC in mind, will use default name Taylor. Just in case there are references or personality things you guys don’t recognize, they’re probably my HC for her XD
This is one of those ones that kind of read like a fic so it’s a bit wordy!
So I imagine that the gang will find their way back to Varryn’s village, before the final showdown with Rourke, and settle down there for a while.
They know how to get home by now.
They just have to do it.
They spend a couple of days there and prepare and plan for the final stretch before they get home.
The gang is all nervous and excited. They’ve gotten this far, and they’re all confident they can make this last life or death mission, too.
Craig, Sean, Zahra, Aleister, and Grace all help with gathering items for weapons that the techies try to put together with the Vaanti.
Raj cooks up meals for their last trip.
Michelle and Quinn gather and pack a bunch of medicinal herbs and first aid items.
Estela and Jake train with a few of the Vaanti soldiers, who volunteered to help with the final battle. They teach the rest of the gang what they know when they’re not busy with their respective tasks.
Diego, Varyyn, and Taylor talk about the game plan and discuss with the group when everyone’s free.
Everyone goes off to their separate huts provided by the Vaanti,
Taylor and Jake sit on the rope bridge, their legs dangling over the edge as they look out over the ocean.
Taylor is leaning her head on Jake’s shoulder. They’re both silent, minds focused on what’s going to happen in the next few days.
Jake: So, Princess, what are you looking forward to when you get home?
Taylor: Sleeping in a normal bed. Waking up in a city filled with people and no islands or crystals or–
Jake: *laughing* Okay, I get it.
Taylor: It’s “we” by the way.
Taylor: You said, ‘when you get home.’ We’re going home, Jake.
Jake: You know I can’t go with you back to the states, Princess.
Taylor: Maybe not right away, but you will. Or I’ll move to Costa Rica with you.
And she places a kiss on his cheek. Jake smiles, finding a little hope in her words.
Taylor: What about you, Joker? Drinks in a hammock on the beach as usual?
Jake: You know it. Except there’d be a sexy girl always laying next to me.
He winks at her. Then his eyes wander to a Vaanti couple walking across the bridge.
He notices the hut they’re heading into has plenty of those flowers they saw from before, on another Vaanti hut. He recognized the couple to be handfasted. Married.
Taylor: Hey, Joker, you in there?
Taylor waves a hand in his face. Jake halfheartedly smiles back at her.
daario naharis was a fuckboy pure and simple he thinks he’s hot shit but he’s so typical he’s arrogant, vain, pushy, dumb, vapid, belligerent, obnoxious, etc. i mean jon snow has his faults but at least he doesn’t encourage dany’s worst instincts
Requested: by MOMMA BEE!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 don’t deny it. u asked for it u have it
Warnings: ANGST, mentions of death
Notes: y’all i wrote this shit for the spiderjizz scult since i love to make them cry with my sad headcanons. i love y’all i’m having a fANtASTic BiRthdAY also everyone search error 410 on internet bye
You and Tom talked to each other everyday. You knew everything about him and he knew everything about you. Suddenly, one day, you stop sending messages at him and he gets confused. He messages you in Skype, tumblr, instagram and every other social media you gave him. He calls you every one hour expecting you to talk to him again.
Since you sent him your home address in case someday he decided to visit you.
He immediately buys a flight to your country/state and starts packing his clothes and bought some candies and food that you loved for you two to lay on bed and watch movies.
He thinks, ‘Did I do something wrong? Maybe she’s mad at me because of the nicknames I give to her but she never tells me that she was bothered by them.’
He gets really worried for the rest of the day. He urges to call you one more time to see if you actually answer the phone but instead the mailbox sounds.
“Hey Y/N! Maybe you won’t answer this but I have a surprise for you so, yeah haha call me tomorrow morning at 10am please.” he pauses for a second. “Please. Please, answer me, Y/N.”
He hungs up, disappointed that you were ignoring his calls and messages. He was so worried about you.
He takes the flight from London to your country/state and takes a taxi when he landed. He tells the taxi driver to send him to your apartment and then he arrives.
He knocks at your apartment door, with his bag full of your favorite sweets but instead the door cracks open.
He enters the room, “Y/N? Hey, it’s me Tom! I was coming through here to…”
He finds you laying on your bed. He thinks you’re sleeping and lets out a relieved breath until he gets closer and finds a big circle of blood in your right side and a bullet in the floor.
That guy, I’m standing right behind him and I’m holding the frying pan. But I can’t move. He shoots you, and then he turns and looks straight at me. He’s gonna kill me. I can’t make it stop. It’s never gonna stop.